Lana’s birthday party was going pretty good when I got there. I met her relatives - an aunt and uncle. Gayle was there along with a fair number of other girls. I recognized some of them from school. The others were probably from church or daughters of her parent’s friends. Looking around, I realized that there was a lot of nice looking teenage pussy in the r...
Will and I had been going to 47 Central in Lynn nearly every Saturday night for 2-3 years now. I guess you could call us "regulars". It was a nice neighborhood bar, with a very friendly (and hot) Brazilian bartender, a great DJ for dancing, and cheap drink prices, which more than outweighed the fact that the owner of the bar, George, was a persistent flirt....
I almost had to laugh at the incongruity of it. Hardy had patiently waited for me to neatly fold my clothes and had even brushed the dust off a stack of mats in the exercise room behind the Porterville High School gym before he'd wrestled me to a mat and incapacitated me while he got his dick inside me. It was all so unnecessary, him having me belly over a m...
My alarm woke me. My hand was holding my balls supporting a raging boner. I slid outta bed and did some warm ups; I needed to run. I stuck my head out, looked out the hallway window at the flat grey skies, no rain. My boner hadn't eased. As I pulled on running shorts and socks my head was foggy; I felt a rejection of the fears of last nights. I remembered ho...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I wake up with soreness all over my body, my memory of last evening's struggle is also a little cloudy. The experience of being manhandled by my own dad is a new one to me, and there's something to it that arouses my half-sleeping brain. Without realizing it, my hand is already gr...
It didn’t take long for all the school activities and classes, of course, to occupy most of my time. Lana was busy working on the school paper and she and Gayle were on the school annual staff again. I volunteered and joined them. The school had purchased a couple of digital cameras for the journalism class and for use by the paper and annual staffs. Lana qu...
The hole in the wall Thai place was just four long blocks from the gym. They were sitting in the window on stools, their bags on the stool between them. I took that one. D said to J, "those jeans!" and as I sat down grabbed my ass. No one was around. The food was amazing as always. We laughed. Compared notes about the new facilities. They asked about Brett....
The locker room was always the most difficult part of practice—yet it always excited me. And watching Nico was always especially difficult. Oftentimes I couldn't even bear to watch him undress for fear that I would pop a boner right in the middle of the room. He was my age, eighteen, tall and lean and chiseled, with his Italian skin nice and tanned from the...
I'd had enough of these repeated sexual assaults; being used like this. The next day, I packed my car and headed for home. No more than three miles beyond the campus gate, though, I heard a police siren and was pulled over to the side of the road. I sat in the car, wondering what I had done wrong, as a policeman strutted around and took a look at both licen...
They're always looking at my ass. Those big bodybuilders at the gym where I work out. It's flattering of course, but a little unnerving too. Like those two guys today, standing behind me over by the bench press weights -- I could see them in the mirror. They were talking and cracking jokes, and I'm sure they were eying my body from behind. That big hairy Ita...